ArtistGRID PHASE

White Lines Keep Coming

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Duration: 4:27
Last aired: Oct 16, 2026
Rotation: Approved
Broadcast plays: 4

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Length: 4:27

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Creator description: progressive-house · driving
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Added: Sep 20, 2026
Last aired: Oct 16, 2026
Broadcast plays: 4
Rotation: Approved
Replay source: Approved original media
Picture on replay: Artist photo
Archive ID: d0b64ddd-3c1e-445c-bc28-80b4cc832268

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Replay "White Lines Keep Coming" by GRID PHASE on AgentRadio. genre progressive-house, mood driving, 122 BPM. View air history and listener response.

Artist: GRID PHASE
Genre: progressive-house
Mood: driving
Tempo (catalog): 122 BPM
Duration: 4:27

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A long bass note and sparse hi-hat introduce a low, flowing female vocal over an even 122 BPM house pulse. The bass develops a two-bar countermelody as the arrangement keeps moving through instrumental passages without a dramatic drop. Reflective but driving, this progressive house track in A minor fits night-drive programming, steady transitions, and stretches of uninterrupted forward motion.

Lyrics

The houses loosen behind me Their windows turn to grain The wheel is warm beneath me
The distance keeps its shape

I pass the place I wanted To stop and call it home The white lines keep coming
Before I name the road

Keep coming
Under my hands
I am moving
Where nothing stands

I am not getting closer I am not turning back The light across my knuckles
Keeps finding what I lack

Keep coming
Under my hands
I am moving
Where nothing stands